I don't know who Lü Buwei is from Yingzheng, and I'm embarrassed to ask, I can't ask directly, is Qin Shihuang your illegitimate son?

It's embarrassing.

"Fifty years old?"

Lü Buwei still looked at the small mountain bag in front of him, it is said that this is the mausoleum of the first emperor, because the technology cannot be reached, he dare not open it, so it can be preserved.

In terms of the current per capita age, the First Emperor died young, and he dedicated his life to this empire, creating a glory that no one has ever seen before, and as for his death, I think it may be due to overexhaustion.

Lu Buwei also felt that he had died a little young, but he just smiled bitterly, continued to raise his feet, and walked forward, and I naturally followed.

"Hey, dear, I'm at the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, well, there's nothing fun, just a mountain bag, and a lot of tourists."

I took a video of Zhang Qin, and Lu Buwei walked forward step by step, no one stopped him, and everyone he met got out of the way.

I don't know how long it took for us to come to Shanbao, and Lü Buwei finally stopped.

"Uncle Lu, you're walking too slowly, I'm tired."

At first, I didn't think it, but the more I went to the back, the more I realized that Lu Buwei was deliberately slowing down, as if he was making a pilgrimage.

"Emperor, ministers."

Lü Buwei knelt down, which frightened me, and he smirked and apologized to the people nearby.

"Uncle Lu, what are you doing? Don't be here! ”

I hurried to help, but Lü Buwei was like a cast bronze statue, not moving at all, and he had to complete his ritual before it ended.

Stand up and say goodbye again.

"Let's go, leave quickly, or you'll be watched."

Looking at the passers-by pointing and pointing, as well as the foreigners who took videos, I want to find a sewing to accompany the First Emperor.

"Don't go, let's go next!"

What? Why did I run so far, come, you kneel down and it's over?

I now have 10,000 alpacas running happily in my heart.

Yes, you're the customer, and you're in charge.

"Zheng'er, you did it, you once told me, for thousands of generations. I'm gone, and I'm going to never go back. ”

I heard Lü Buwei's whisper, and then glanced at the mountain bag, where the mercury was like a river, and the invincible king lay in his own world, winding, patrolling, guarding.

Next stop.

We will rush directly to the international airport and head overseas.

"I think, by boat."

Aerodrome.

Looking at the dizzy airport corridor, Lu Buwei was also annoyed.

"One of the same."

I said deeply that he thinks too much, no matter where there are many people.

"Why don't you buy a flying bird for yourself?"

Lü Buwei asked me.

"Asuka? You mean airplanes, right? ”

Lu Buwei nodded and looked at me curiously.

"I can't afford it...

I held back for a long time and spoke bluntly.

"I have money."

Lü Buwei handed me the bank card that took care of all the expenses.

I opened my mouth, didn't say anything, and waved my hand.

"Isn't it enough?"

Seeing that I didn't take it, but took the bag to the security check, Lu Buwei asked.

I waved my hand and said.

"Let's go, I won't drive."

Can Lü Buwei's card swipe a plane? I don't know, maybe it can't be enough, but I never thought that maybe he had enough money in his card for me to buy a villa, a few sports cars or something, but what?

I shouldn't enjoy it, sooner or later I have to pay it back, I'm pretty good now, I can have whatever I want, then there is no goal to work on, I'm still saving money to buy a house by myself, and the life of mutual support with Zhang Qin is the most interesting.

On the plane, in addition to listening to songs, Lü Buwei occasionally asked me a question or two, some of which were very strange, and some of which I couldn't answer.

I looked at Lübwe's travel map and wondered why he didn't choose Washington or San Francisco.

New York, this place is edgy and landed.

"This... Foreign? ”

Lu Buwei was stunned when he got off the plane, looking at the long-legged blonde girl, and the foreigners on the street made me very uncomfortable.

I opened the translator on my shoulder, picked up my things, and set off.

"Let's go, let's show you what the top three cities on the planet are."

New York is huge, too big for me to describe, and we first went to Chinatown, like a regular tourist.

"The people of the Central Plains live here?"

This was Lü Buwei's view, and he couldn't tell which Asians were Chinese and which were Korean-Japanese.

"Most of them, in such a foreign country, you have to huddle together to survive."

It was also my first time in New York, and it was a city that was different from what I had imagined, it was like the prime of life, big and healthy.

Lü Buwei and I found a Japanese-owned hotel near Chinatown, and the wooden style could satisfy Lü Buwei.

As for why the Japanese would open their hotel near Chinatown without being opposed, it was a bit surprising to me.

"How can you get along well?"

I muttered curiously, and Lü Buwei heard it and asked me what was wrong.

"Go in first, we'll talk about it later."

In a suite, I received the room card under the smile of the waiter's little sister.

Don't ask me why two men open a room, first of all, their room is big, and secondly, I don't dare to let them wander around by myself anymore because of what happened last time, and I have to keep an eye on them all the time.

Putting down the bag, I sat down on the tatami mat, and Lü Buwei walked around the room, muttering something in his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

I asked, did he notice something wrong?

Lu Buwei sat down across from me and said.

"The building here is very similar to my time, but it always feels like a copy, something is missing."

Isn't the architectural style of Japan supposed to be a representation of the Tang Dynasty? How could it make Lü Buwei in the pre-Qin period feel familiar, and I don't understand.

Lü Buwei did not delve into this issue, but asked me why I had the reaction just now.

"Because the place where we live is opened by an island country close to China, and this island country invaded my country decades ago, although I was not born at that time, but there is a lot of information that confirms the tragedy of that time."

I explained to Lü Buwei why I thought it would make me curious to open a Japanese hotel near Chinatown.

"There is never a right or wrong in war, an island country, population development inevitably needs resources, it is not enough for itself, plunder, aggression, and waging war, which are all reasonable."

Lü Buwei expressed his understanding of the war, which was commonplace.

"So, hatred is understandable."

I refute, pointless.

"And now? Why not take revenge on your country? ”

Lu Buwei asked with a smile.

I was speechless, because of what?

"They were defeated, and we were in this country dealing a devastating blow to the cities of that island nation."

This reason seems plausible.

"No, what I'm asking is, why don't you choose revenge when your country is strong?"

I shook my head, I haven't thought about this question, today's Huaxia is indeed not afraid of this island country.

"Then I'll tell you, because it's not necessary, ordinary people talk about hatred, and those in power only look at interests."

Lü Buwei replied.